Muted

By Zahraa’ Khaki

I can hear you
At the edge of my being
Fluttering against a closed door
A veil
That your dying wings
Cannot escape

Still
I breathe you in
Muted
Against the gossamer strangling you
I press against your body
Tight against that space
Where I used to Feel

Inside me, that sanctum
Now strewn with blank pages
Crushed pigment melding together to the colour of Oblivion
A dream catcher with a broken back
And an emptiness
That is eating away at the stars

My body clenches
Eyes
Fists
Throat
As I try to force you from Beyond
Swallow you
Until I drown

But first
I must cut open my skin
That veil
To let you in.

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